My first reaction is to burst out laughing but the way he's staring at me tells me otherwise so my jaw kind of falls open and I gape at him.

"Tell me that's a joke." I say and he shrugs.

"It's a joke." He says monotonously, but he almost sounds hurt so I frown.

"You ass! I didn't mean it that way. I mean, like, why the hell did you kiss me if you are gay?" I ask and this time, he frowns.

"Do you like me or something?" He asks, making me scrunch up my nose.

"Absolutely not, Jordan. I do not like you."

"Then how does it matter? We don't like each other, that kiss didn't mean anything to either of us." He says and I look at him, utterly confused.

"Who else knows? Because you are clearly somewhere stuck between the closet doors. You just told me, but I know not everyone knows." I tell him and he looks amused.

"Stuck between closet doors? That's a new one." He laughs and flicks my nose, "I have known you for like three weeks, Adri, and I already trust you. That's why I told you." He says and I nod, pulling him closer so I can hug him.

"Thanks for telling me that." I tell him and then I grin when we part, "Now that we are on it, I'd also like to tell you that I am very much straight."

He frowns, "What? Why would you tell me that you are straight?" He asks.

"Why is there a need for you to tell me that you're gay?" I say and then he smiles, "Exactly." I say and he pecks my forehead.

"You're totally something else, Adrianna." He whispers.

"Does anyone besides Chris knows?" I ask.

He shakes his head and I nod. We exit the washroom together and I don't see Chris for the rest of the day, though I do tell Breanna to go home with Luke at the end of the day because Luke was pouting like a child. I get out of the school gates, deciding to catch a bus when Evan comes behind me, keeping his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey." I smile at him.

"Are you and Jordan an item now?" He asks, displeasure clear in his voice.

I turn towards him, "Would it bother you if we were?" I ask, looking straight into his eyes and he looks uncomfortable with my question.

"You deserve better, An." He whispers.

"Better who, Evan? You?" I ask and his eyes widen.

I have no idea why I just said that, but I am pretty it has something to do with him acting protective every time I start bonding with any guy. I know he doesn't like me, because if he did, he wouldn't be with Rose, so what the hell is his deal.

"I never meant that." He says and I stare at him, my hands turning into a fist, which is a little painful because the bruise I have still hurts.

"Then what did you mean, Ev?" I ask.

"I just meant that you can do better than him, or Chris." He says and I huff.

"Okay Evan, I'll keep that in mind." I snap before walking away.

Before I can reach the school bus, a hand wraps around my waist and guides me towards the parking lot. I look up at Jordan and gulp, I don't want to take out my frustration with Evan on someone else. I think the reason everything bothers him so much where any other guy is concerned is not because he likes me, it's because all my life he has been the only guy. He has been my best friend, and he has had that role of being protective over me, to claim me in a way that no other guy could. And when Chris came in the picture, Evan's protectiveness was natural and now that Jordan is there as well, he just feels threatened that he'll be replaceable in my life.

But, he's an idiot. He doesn't know how irreplaceable he is, that no one can ever take his place.

"Where are you lost?" Jordan asks.

"Nowhere." I sigh.

"Okay then, we're catching a ride with Chris."

"Is he even talking to us?"

I just asked that because Chris disappeared from the school after the scene in washroom. I think he was pissed that despite being gay Jordan kissed me, and that's what got him all riled up, so I totally understand why he would want to punch his best friend for being an idiot.

"He will be." Jordan smirks, "Wanna play a little with him?" He asks and I smile.

"Definitely."

We make our way to Chris' car and he's standing by the driver's side, his eyes glued to Jordan and I step away from him a little. Because from the way Chris is shooting daggers at Jordan, I am pretty sure what's about to come next.

So, I am not at all surprised that as soon as we reach his car, Chris bounces off and steps forward, throwing a punch at Jordan. I try to hide my laugh as I bite my palmed fist but when Jordan glares at me, I immediately sober up.

"What the hell, Jones?" I turn to him, giving him the best baffled look I could muster up.

"You know what that was for." He snaps at me and I genuinely frown at his rude tone directed towards me.

"Why the hell are you mad at me?" I ask, concerned.

"I can't believe you kissed him back." He yells into my face and I shove at his chest.

"I can kiss whoever the hell I want, Jay! What is your problem?" I shoot back.

Honestly, this guy is so confusing. I thought he was mad at Jordan for kissing me because he's gay, but looking at him right now, I feel a little confused, and a lot lost.

"Tell her." Chris looks at Jordan who's wiping the blood from where his lip is bleeding. I am pretty sure he'll have a bruise tomorrow.

"What?" Jordan snaps at Chris who rolls his eyes.

"It's your secret to tell Woods, I am not spilling it." Chris says, and I bite my lip to refrain from smiling.

So, this is about him being gay.

Jordan turns to me and keeps his hands on my shoulder, making me arch an eyebrow as if to convey, 'Really? Be a little less dramatic.' I am sure if Chris wasn't staring at the two of us, Jordan would have asked something like, 'Too much?' because that's what his expressions speak.

"Adri.." Jordan starts and then trails off, and I bite my inner cheek, "I am gay." He whispers and I gasp melodramatically.

"What?" I ask, taking a step back from him.

Jordan almost smiles but then immediately sobers up when I shoot him a look, "Yes, I am so sorry sweetheart. When everyone left and you told me that you have started to fall for me recently, I just didn't have it in me to break your heart." He says and from the corner of my eye, I can see as Chris' mouth hangs open but he immediately sobers up.

"So you went to second base with me instead?" I ask, taking another step back and Jordan takes one step forward.

"He did what?" Chris asks, his eyes cold and glaring at Jordan as he takes a threatening step towards Jordan.

"We almost did it in the girl's washroom, I can't believe you are gay!" I gasp at Jordan who looks like he's ready to burst out laughing and then I turn to Chris who looks like he's ready to kill Jordan, "Will you please beat him up for me?" I ask in an innocent voice.

I think that's when he catches on, because I can practically see the tables turning in his head. He glares at the two of us, "You both are shitting me, aren't you?" He asks and I burst out laughing, Jordan joining in.

I actually hold onto Jordan for a little support because Chris' expression were hilarious. He huffs before turning around but I immediately take a step forward and tug on his jacket.

"Sorry." I say, still grinning like an idiot.

He turns around and gives me an unreadable expression, "God, I can't believe he told you about it." He says, rubbing his face with his hands and I smile, Jordan's arm around my shoulder.

"Of course he did, I am very very trustworthy." I shrug and he glares at Jordan.

"You deserve another punch for the stunt you just pulled." He tells him and Jordan shrugs, grinning at his best friend. Chris turns to me, "Did you know he was gay when you kissed him?"

I shake my head, "Nope," I say, he told me afterwards.

"So you kissed him willingly just like that?" He asks, his tone turning cold and I shrug. He turns on his heels and enters the driver's seat and Jordan sighs.

"He'll come around." He tells me and then yells, "Shotgun!"

I roll my eyes as I open the backseat door and slide in, sitting in the centre. I don't say anything to either of them, just stay quiet. Honestly, Chris didn't even offer me a ride, Jordan did and this is not his car. I don't know if I should even be here.

"What happened to Breanna?" Chris asks, looking at me through rearview mirror.

"Luke was pouting." I say and he nods, and I think that's all he needs to know.

"Sorry man," Jordan says to Chris who narrows his eyes at him.

"Don't apologise to me. Have fun time explaining that bruise to your boyfriend." Chris smirks and I almost shoot out of my seat.

I turn towards with Jordan in the front seat, my eyes wide, "You have a boyfriend?" I ask and Jordan shrugs. "Oh my fucking god, are you insane?"

"What?" He looks at me, panicked.

"You know when you are in a relationship, and you kiss another person besides your partner, it means that you're cheating?" I tell him, because he obviously hit his head somewhere.

"See, she's intelligent." Chris smirks and I turn towards him.

"Can you please punch him once again for me?" I ask, and he laughs.

"Sure, Claire."

I turn towards Jordan again, "Seriously? Do you not know the rules of being a relationship?" I ask and he frowns.

"I didn't kiss another guy, I am gay, I kissed another girl, it's not cheating! That's the rule of gay relationship." He explains and I scrunch up my nose.

"It doesn't matter who you kiss Jordan, a kiss is a kiss, and cheating is cheating." I say, sighing as I settle down in the backseat and Chris gives me a worried look.

If I really wanted someone to cheat on their partner because of me, I would have kissed the living daylights out of Evan. But I didn't want to be home-wrecker. That sucks.

"Please tell me you have an understanding boyfriend who has the same rules of being in a relationship as you do." I tell Jordan who runs a hand through his hair.

"He wouldn't mind, Adrianna. Chill. I thought about him even before I offered to kiss you, I knew what I was getting myself into." He explains and I nod.

"Why did you, by the way? Kiss me?" I ask, intrigued. I did it because it didn't mean anything to me, and Jordan asked me to play along, so I did.

"I wanted to see someone's reaction." Jordan says, glancing at Chris who tightens his grip on steering wheel and his jaw clenches.

"Did you get the expected reaction?" I ask, my eyes trained between the two of us.

Jordan turns around before glancing at Chris, "Better than it, actually." He winks and I smile.

We drop Jordan off at his house and I begin to climb in the front seat from the space in between and Chris turns to me, "What do you think you are doing?" He asks.

"Moving seats." I shrug and he pushes me back to the backseat, making me gape at him.

"Use the door." He says and I glare at him.

"Absolutely not." I say, huffing as I cross my arms and he turns around to give me a blank look.

"What are you, two?" He asks.

"Two months, seven days old, thank you very much." I pout and he chuckles so I use it as his disadvantage.

I push him a little and hurriedly end up in front seat and he glares at me. "Not funny, Brooks. My car is my love." He says and I smirk.

"I thought you loved me more."

He narrows his eyes at me, "In your dreams, Claire." He says before driving off and I shrug.

"Do you want to do the paper today?" I ask and he smirks.

"I thought you weren't talking to me."

I take in a deep breath, "I am now, aren't I?" I ask and he smirks wider.

"Sure, Claire. I'll see you at five." He says as he parks his car and I jump out of it, going towards my home.

When I enter the house, I sigh at the emptiness of it and it takes me back to the events of the day when Finn brought up the topic of my mother. I trusted him at one point of the three months we were dating, so taking a leap of faith, I confided in him how her absence in my life bothered me at times. He listened, but only to cheat on me later.

As for my mother, she's a totally different story, one that I better not think about. Because thinking about her brings a lot of pain, and hell a lot of trust issues are just a baggage.

I make myself a burger for lunch and eat it while watching Gilmore Girls in my bedroom. I shed some tears and yell at the screen when Lorelai pulls out the most idiotic act of sleeping with Christopher right after she broke up with Luke. Hah, how ironic is it that I have two people named after characters of that show in my life. Would that make Breanna the Lorelai?

Ew. The thought of Chris and Breanna makes me shudder and this strange feeling sets in my chest when I entertain that thought. Because it's so unsettling, I divert my thoughts and focus on how Luke punches the living daylights out of Christopher.

Hah, take that bitch! That's for sleeping with his woman. I wish Luke could punch Lorelai too, because she totally deserved it.

On a much serious note, why do women get to punch men when they cheat? When we are advocating for gender equality and peace, there shouldn't be room for violence towards any gender, yet the hypocrisy of this society makes me want to rip my hair out sometimes.

During next episode, I doze off as Lorelai goes on to make stupid decisions in her life one after another and Rory turns into a cry baby. She complaints, a lot. I dream about a perfect Lorelai and Luke wedding in my sleep and I am pretty sure I am drooling.

"Wake up, you tv buff." I hear someone call and immediately shoot up from my bed with panic, sitting up straight.

Evan is standing by my bed and I glare at him, "What the fuck, Evan?" I ask, clearly irritated for being disturbed and because, I am just pissed at him.

"You were dreaming about Luke again, weren't you?" He asks, motioning towards the laptop where the episode of Gilmore Girls has ended and I sigh.

"Breanna's Luke?" Someone says from the door and I look at Chris standing by the entrance of my bedroom.

"What the hell?" I look between Evan and him.

"He let me in." He motions towards that annoying yet adorable guy who shrugs.

"To answer your question, no not Breanna's Luke, this is Lorelai's Luke. She has some obsession with guys who wear baseball caps backwards." He says, clearly in a teasing tone and I glare at him.

"Don't make me punch you." I tell him and he gives me his adorable grin.

I get out of bed and immediately realise that I am not wearing any pants. Evan must realise it at the same time as I do because he almost pushes me back into bed and I stare at him, pushing him off and standing up. The t-shirt is big enough to reach my upper thighs.

"Forgot to wear your pants, Claire?" Chris asks, clearly amused as his roam around my legs and I roll my eyes.

"Should I laugh, Jay?" I shoot back.

"Nope, but I am clearly enjoying the view." He says and my cheeks flame up.

"Enough the two of you." Evan begins and points at Chris, "You go downstairs, she'll meet you in five." He says and then looks back at me, "And you, wear some pants." He says, flicking my forehead and I shoot him daggers.

"Jones and I will be studying in my room." I say and Evan narrows his eyes at me.

"Don't make me ground you." Evan says, stepping closer and I glare at him.

"You're not my father, you bitch." I say and hear Chris snickering in the background but I ignore him for the time being.

"Yes, but I am your father's favourite." Evan smirks.

"What the hell is your problem, Evan? Why do you need to control my life so much?" I ask, clearly pissed and he looks taken aback by my tone but his features soften a little.

"I am sorry, An. I was just joking." He says but I look away, moving to pick out yoga pants from my dresser.

"Can you like, come upstairs in five?" Evan requests Chris who looks at me for assurance and I give him a nod. He sighs before going downstairs and I pull the pants up, not caring that Evans is in the room, he has seen me in less clothing than this.

"Speak." I say, turning to him and he sighs.

He moves closer and hugs me, so I give in, wrapping my arms around his waist and he keep his chin on my shoulders, "What has gotten into you, An? You argue with me all the time." His voice is soft and I listen to his calm heartbeat, while I am sure mine is anything but calm.

"You start it." I complain.

"I am sorry for being overprotective, okay? I can't help it." He starts, "I hate that I am not the only guy in your life anymore. I am easily irreplaceable." He voices out the thoughts and I smile to myself.

"You ass, no one can ever replace you. You're one of a kind. In a bad way." I shrug and he chuckles.

"Just, don't end up getting hurt this time, An. I can't see you break down anymore without kicking someone's ass." He says and I breathe into him.

"I won't. Jordan and I aren't dating, by the way. It was just a kiss." I say and he nods.

"Okay, I believe you. And please, stop shutting me out and talk to me." He says and I smile, pulling away.

"It's been too long since we spent time together, just the two of us." I say and he nods, agreeing.

"How about thursday night? Because friday is the game." He says and I nod.

"Netflix, ice cream and cookie dough?" I say out our usual snacks and he grins.

"Definitely." He kisses my forehead. "I'll send him upstairs. And do me a favour? Open your windows, please." He says and I nod.

I move to open the window and he goes downstairs, and soon I hear the front door being closed shut, followed by the footsteps upstairs. Chris knocks on the door, although it's already open and I give him a nod so he enters in.

"You two behave like you are together, you aware of that, right?" He says, immediately making me frown.

"How many times have you seen us making out?"

"Right." He grumbles.

He looks around my room and frowns, "How come there's absolutely no photograph of you or anyone related to you in this room?" That leads to a shrug as a response, so he continues to look around the room, "Where am I supposed to sit?" He asks.

I point towards the bed and he looks at it, then his eyes move to me and then back to bed, "I am not going to take advantage of you, Jay." I smirk.

"Ha-ha. Very funny." He rolls his eyes.

He gets in the bed and takes my laptop in his lap, looking through it while I fold the comforter and tuck on the upper shelf of my dresser. When I turn around a bit, I notice that Chris is looking at me, but when I look closer, I realise that he's not even looking at my face.. wait, I look down and then back at him, a smug look at my face.

"Nice ass, huh?" I say.